Recently, while taking a journey down memory lane – it’s a lovely road by the way if you ever want to take the scenic route – I was reminded of a visit I made to the photo department back in the 1990s.
It was a time full of 35mm film that you could purchase for black & white or color photos. They also offered film to purchase of different speeds like 100, 200, 400, 800 and 1,600 depending on what it was going to be used such as sports or stills, etc. Film was amazing! You would put it in your camera in the dark so as not to expose the negatives to light, which would ruin the film before you could even take photos. Also, you never saw your photos until they were processed unlike today how anyone can review photos taken the moment after it’s captured.
Oh, sorry about going on and on and on about the awesome wonders of film for cameras of old.
So, as I was saying, I took my film to the photo department to get it developed. I didn’t need one hour photo like the well-to-do folks would do with all their money who could pay the high fees for photos one hour later… crazy rich folk.
Oh, sorry again for going off on another tangent just then. Well, not really. Deal with it or go read about film on Wikipedia or something.
I gave my film to the film developer and asked if they could blow them up for me.
She said, “Absolutely.”
I handed her my roll of film and she immediately ran out the back door, which led to an open field of wild summer flowers. I could see her place my film in the middle of the field. She then ran back towards the building. When she was back she pulled out a plunger detonator, depressed it and KABOOM! A huge TNT explosion occurred in the field.
I asked her, “What was that all about?”
She said, “I blew up your film just as you asked.”
“What!?,” I stated in disbelief.
She said, “You’re welcome,” and “That will be $800”.
“What!?,” I said in bewilderment.
I told her that, “I simply wanted some 5x7s and 8x10s of my photos in addition to getting 3x5s… you know blown up as in larger sizes!”
She told me, “That makes more sense,” and “That will be $800 for the cost of the dynamite I used today.”
I left and never used film again.
(c) 2012 J.R. Miller